So I brought my boyfriend to meet my family this past weekend.
I spent the whole time trying to pretend,
that I wasn’t uncomfortable and neither was he,
with the awkward conversations of my family.
We came late and left early but still felt it was too long,
For years I’ve struggled to fit in with this family, to belong.
Bringing him was like bringing a physical representation,
of what I would look like if I wasn’t feigning a presentation.
You often don’t notice how vulgar your family is,
But it’s really noticeable when I compare them to his,
His kind, sweet people who never speak ill of anyone,
compared to mine who find fault in everyone.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my family,
They’re just not the greatest representation of me.
I am and have always been a black sheep,
turning to run as everyone else prepares to leap.